《Lost In The Flood(Live)》歌词

[00:00:00] Lost In The Flood (Live) - Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band

[00:00:56] The ragamuffin gunner is returning home like a hungry runaway

[00:01:03] He walks through town all alone

[00:01:06] "He must be from the fort "

[00:01:08] He hears the high school girls say

[00:01:11] His countryside's burning with wolfman fairies

[00:01:14] Dressed in drag for homicide

[00:01:19] The hit-and-run plead sanctuary

[00:01:23] Neath a holy stone they hide

[00:01:27] They're breaking beams and crosses

[00:01:31] With a spastic's reeling perfection

[00:01:35] Nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant

[00:01:39] Pleading immaculate conception

[00:01:43] And everybody's wrecked on Main Street

[00:01:47] From drinking unholy blood

[00:01:51] Sticker smiles sweet as Gunner breathes deep

[00:01:55] His ankles caked in mud

[00:02:00] And I said "Hey gunner man that's qucksand

[00:02:05] That's quicksand that ain't mud

[00:02:09] Have you thrown your senses to the war

[00:02:12] Or did you lose them in the flood "

[00:02:19] That pure American brother

[00:02:23] Dull-eyed and empty-faced

[00:02:27] Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight

[00:02:34] He rides er low on the hip

[00:02:36] On the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red

[00:02:39] White and blue flash paint

[00:02:43] He leans on the hood telling racing stories

[00:02:46] The kids call him Jimmy the Saint

[00:02:56] Well that blaze-and-noise boy

[00:02:58] He's gunning that b**ch loaded to blasting point

[00:03:03] He rides head first into a hurricane

[00:03:07] And disappears into a point

[00:03:11] And there's nothing left

[00:03:12] But some blood where the body fell

[00:03:15] That is nothing left that you could sell

[00:03:19] Just junk all across the horizon

[00:03:23] A real highwayman's farewell

[00:03:28] And I said "Hey kid you think that's oil

[00:03:33] Man that ain't oil that's blood"

[00:03:36] I wonder what he was thinking

[00:03:38] When he hit that storm

[00:03:41] Or was he just lost in the flood

[00:03:58] Eighth Avenue sailors in satin

[00:04:00] Shirts whisper in the air

[00:04:05] Some storefront incarnation of Maria

[00:04:09] She's putting on me the stare

[00:04:13] And Bronx's best apostle stands

[00:04:17] With his hand on his own hardware

[00:04:21] Everything stops you hear five quick shots

[00:04:25] The cops come up for air

[00:04:31] And now the whiz-bang gang from uptown

[00:04:34] They're shooting up the street

[00:04:38] And that cat from the Bronx starts letting loose

[00:04:42] But he gets blown right off his feet

[00:04:46] And some kid comes blasting around the corner

[00:04:50] But a cop puts him right away

[00:04:54] He lays on the street holding his leg

[00:04:55] Screaming something in Spanish

[00:04:58] Still breathing when I walked away

[00:05:02] And somebody said "Hey man

[00:05:05] Did you see that His body hit the street

[00:05:08] With such a beautiful thud"

[00:05:11] I wonder what the dude was saying

[00:05:15] Or was he just lost in the flood

[00:05:18] He said Hey man did you see that

[00:05:22] Those poor cats are sure messed up

[00:05:26] I wonder what they were getting into

[00:05:30] Or were they just lost in the flood